Too Human (an apology)

Always a closet
always a skeleton
to reside in it

Always a Fear
some type of darkness
around corners
drawing near

Always spending your days
just waiting
for that defining moment
where the mind calls quits
breaking down the purpose of being conscious
into easily manipulated molecules
dissecting rosy seedlings, a beautiful yet
disrespectful act when compared to
dissecting a toad, so ******* gross
and pointless, I mean what ******* good
will this do for us?
It's a ******* toad...

Always spending days slamming doors
always with a clenched fist
always squeezing tighter
always realizing
there really isn't anything else to do
other than trying to conjure
some kind of idea
some kind of imagination
some kind of expression
some kind of thing which
exposes what is naked, a blunt image

Something truly raw and fleshy, truly vulnerable to the touch
maybe quivering at the idea of a very curious finger
poking the very limits of where it is wrong to touch
but always touching
where it is wrong to touch

kick me in the groin so I can start kicking like crazy
so I can have a reason for a temper tantrum
a reason to treat this childish mistake like a moment in the corner
(dunce hat and all)

A dumb ass display captured in an antique frame
to eternalize erroneous behavior
an antique frame which will survive
the test of time, through war and plague
in tact and still hanging on some lucky ass wall
which was constructed only to remind the critics
of that same old ******* mistake
committing the frowned upon act
of spilling milk on a beautiful black dress
I know, what a dumb ass
sorry for being clueless

Always a skeleton in the closet
eternalized in the state of petrification

Always an excuse to never clean out this closet
the dirt is already six feet deep

Always a reason to not admit
that behind this decrepit door
behind this shameful closet
and behind this deceptively grandiose facade
is something that is truly human
and I'd rather not have to apologize
for this dumb ass mistake